I'll let my magnetic unvitality draw people toward me, like when curious onlookers encircle a corpse. Invisible people suddenly become visible when you remove the life element. This might attract initially but it won't sustain interest. Inability to sustain interest is the problem of the century, nudging out global warming and the volatility of people who fervently believe in ridiculous things. People take drugs to sustain interest, it's an epidemic. So half the people are pathologically alert and hair-trigger sensitive to offenses and insults while the other half can't be roused to even pay attention, and everyone is getting hotter. My languor is disciplined and mindful, a sharply-contoured lethargy in stark contrast to the sloppy stupor of untrained amateurs. Kids today think they know how to just sit there, they think profound inertia just happens. It's taken me years to reach this level, a steely passivity so unrelenting as to be a kind of transcendence of the self, or evidence of a degenerative nerve disorder, like Charcot-Marie-Tooth disease.